Sisters
August 13, 2022
Losing a Sister is heartbreaking, losing two in just over a decade leaves me at a loss for words. Robin was the oldest of us three girls. We were each 2 1/2 years apart, making Robin and I spaced far enough to be in different spheres throughout most of our life. I was little when she was just finding her independence and she was leaving home when I was just coming into my own. I remember her babysitting and filling graham crackers (my favorite snack) with ivory soap instead of confectioner’s sugar. Ick! I remember the day she borrowed my hard earned allowance (of $5 per week) to go on a ski trip.
I remember visiting her in Colorado after her son Kenny was born and knowing she felt a love for him I had never experienced until I had sons of my own. I know she loved her three children fiercely. She had so much pride and love for her grandchildren and that was evident in every conversation we had.
She was the gatekeeper of childhood memories, family tales and photos. She always seemed to have a story and memory of my mom, my grandparents, sister, uncle and cousins and times in our life that would have escaped my memory.
She loved to talk and always knew a little about everything. She would chat for hours if you allowed herthe time. I didn’t always give her that time. I loved her and gave what I could.
Her life wasn’t easy, she struggled for acceptance, struggled for love and she struggled for money. No matter what she went through, she always had faith that God would bring her through and provide the things she needed in her life. I find so much comfort in knowing that she has finally found all that she searched for and I know she and Jodi are dancing on the clouds.
I remember visiting her in Colorado after her son Kenny was born and knowing she felt a love for him I had never experienced until I had sons of my own. I know she loved her three children fiercely. She had so much pride and love for her grandchildren and that was evident in every conversation we had.
She was the gatekeeper of childhood memories, family tales and photos. She always seemed to have a story and memory of my mom, my grandparents, sister, uncle and cousins and times in our life that would have escaped my memory.
She loved to talk and always knew a little about everything. She would chat for hours if you allowed herthe time. I didn’t always give her that time. I loved her and gave what I could.
Her life wasn’t easy, she struggled for acceptance, struggled for love and she struggled for money. No matter what she went through, she always had faith that God would bring her through and provide the things she needed in her life. I find so much comfort in knowing that she has finally found all that she searched for and I know she and Jodi are dancing on the clouds.
